Follow me, please.

In each and every moment of each and every day, there is time to ponder. To think is to live, and to live is to learn. There are many places for people to go and kill time. So many time wasters are available to us today. Video games, TV, computers, and literally millions more. We all have time killers and we all use them, most of us more than we should, but we’re still ourselves just the same.

We all have passions. For some their work is their passion (the lucky few). For others, it’s collecting or doing some particular thing. Then there are people like myself who have more passions than this poor little blog can handle.

I get so deep into my hobbies that most people would view the moment as pure obsession. This may well be the case, who knows. I honestly don’t want to know. I LOVE building and modifying vehicles of all sorts. I LOVE my writing……… my wood working………… my guitar……… my fishing………and even my pondering, just to name a simple few. In writing this, it comes to mind that all of the above lend heavily to thought. I didn’t realize it until just now, so the point of this post may well have changed at this point. In writing, I AM pondering. This post is case in point. My woodworking is a means of bringing my thoughts and feelings to sculpture, my guitar is a method of brining them to sound and feeling (hopefully some day it will be the same for the listener, but for the time being, it’s good enough for me), my fishing is my quiet time for thinking (that one should have been obvious to me, and the same is true for riding in the boat along the lake).

What’s the point? Patience dear reader. I can ask no more than that of you, but I do ask as much.

I’ve been called a thinker for as long as I can remember. This was NEVER really intended as a compliment, but such is me and I am such. Moreover, I’m happy with who I am in this life. I’m happy with my life and I know for absolute certain, that I am indeed a lucky man.

Who am I? I’m me. I know of no good answer other than the one supplied. I’m a backwoods hick, an overbearing personality, a very sentimental man, a lucky Husband to my beautiful Bride, a blessed Father with a wonderful Daughter, and unworthy of any of the good things in my life.

I WAS a drunk, a druggie, a junkie, a listless bum, a hateful boy, a spiteful personality, and generally no one you would have wanted to be near. My past is not me, my present is not me, my future is not mine. As simple and yet complex as it is, I am me.

Where are you going with this, Frank? Patience dear reader, please allow me that and I’ll take you to where I am.

I have a million wants and desires for things and situations. I have as many things and more that I’d be hard pressed to ever part with. I have fond memories that I long evermore to hold on to for my last day.

What do I do? To be perfectly honest, you’d get a different answer if you asked me that same question every couple hours. Right now I write and think of tomorrow’s work.

OK enough is enough. Where is this post going to end up? Your patience has been greatly appreciated, and you are there. This is where I finish and you take over. My part of the story is done. It’s your turn to take the helm and lead us on the path you choose.

It’s all yours, take it and run.

Frank